Hello before you continue reading, i have a few warning for you.
This chapter contains detailed sexual scenes. If you're under 18 or not in the mood for steamy stuff, feel free to skip, darling. No judgment.
Also i deleted the previous chapter 26, because i feel disatisfied with how it turn out.
So i make a new version, and i hope you like it.
I edited a few thing, hope it look good.
Ok bye :>
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And since their conversation had wrapped up, he told demiurge that he wanted to take a bath first. Demiurge stopped him at once and insisted he wanted to serve Henry, as it was his duty as a husband.
Henry agreed, and they proceeded to shower first, taking turns helping each other wash their hair and bodies.
Once finished, they entered the spacious bathtub, large enough to fit for at least four people.
But henry deliberately positioned demiurge in front of him, guiding the demon to lean back against his chest with his arms loosely wrapped around his waist. It looked like a simple, tender embrace.
They soaked in the soothing warmth of the bathwater, but demiurge found it impossible to fully relax—Henry's restless hands refused to behave, and start wandering gently across his body.
In this position, all demiurge could do was blush furiously and try to hide his growing erection by pressing his thighs together.
Henry, of course, noticed. The water was crystal clear, making everything visible. Not wanting demiurge to suffer in embarrassed, he decided to help him unwind.
He slid his hands to demiurge's waist and pulled him even closer, then lifted the demon's legs from beneath, gently spread them apart, and hooking them over his own widely parted knees.
The result left demiurge feeling utterly displayed. Instinctively, his hand flew down to cover his private area.
"Um—Henry-sama—" His voice cracked with panic as he twisted his head to look back. "Please—stop, It should be me serving you, no, not like this—"
Henry's eyes darkened with desire. He cupped demiurge's jaw, turning the demon's face fully toward him. "No more 'lord' or 'sama,'" he murmured against those soft lips. "Just Henry. Say it for me, love."
Demiurge's eyes widened in genuine shock. "B-but, that would be improper! You are my—" Henry cut him off and simply silenced him with a kiss, slipping his tongue into his mouth to swallow whatever protest remained. Covered those lips with his own, licking, sucking, and coaxing the demon's tongue into a mess, making an obscene wet sounds.
Demiurge, who had never been kissed before, could only surrender to the passionate onslaught, his eyes fluttering shut.
When henry finally pulled back just enough to speak, he whispered softly, "Say it. Henry."
Demiurge's ears drooped, his cheeks burning crimson. "Henry-sam—mmph~" Henry continued his hand movements, placing his right hand on the small, sensitive nipple on demiurge's chest and playing with it—rolling the hardened bud between thumb and forefinger, then pinching gently, tugging just enough to send sharp sparks of pleasure racing through the demon's body.
At the same time, henry's left hand drifted lower beneath the warm water. His fingers wrapped slowly, deliberately around demiurge's already throbbing cock, the thick length hot and pulsing in his palm.
He gave one long, firm stroke from base to the tip, thumb brushing over the slick, swollen head, spreading the bead of precum that had already gathered there. Demiurge lost all strength almost immediately, going limp in Henry's firm embrace, his head falling back against Henry's shoulder with a soft, broken whimper.
Demiurge's breath hitched violently. His hips jerked forward into the touch before he could stop himself, a choked sound escaping his throat. "Henry-sama—!" His voice cracked, high and desperate. "P-please—no~! not both at once~! I—I can't—"
Henry only hummed low in his throat, lips brushing the shell of Demiurge's twitching ear.
"Hmm~ you can. You're doing so well for me, darling." And kept the rhythm unhurried but relentless—right hand teasing the nipple with slow circles, occasional sharp pinches that made demiurge's back arch and his tail thrash weakly against the side of the tub.
The water made every movement slick and obscene, little ripples spreading outward with each deliberate pump.
Demiurge's legs trembled in their forced-open position, thighs quivering against henry knees. His hands clutched uselessly at henry forearms—trying to push him away, and get overwhelmed.
His ears flattened completely against his skull, flushed dark red from the tips down to the base, and small, helpless sobs began to mix with his moans.
"No—wait~! too much~! Henry-sama—ah~!!" His words dissolved into a keening whine as henry's thumb pressed firmly against the sensitive head, rubbing slow circles there while his other fingers continued to torment the nipple, rolling it faster while flicking the tip.
"Look at you," Henry murmured, voice thick with affection and hunger. "So hard for me… leaking already. You like it when I play it, don't you? My good boy."
Demiurge could only shake his head weakly, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes, but his hips kept chasing the strokes helplessly, cock twitching and swelling even more in his grip.
The demon's usual composure was gone—replaced by flushed cheeks, swollen lips parted on ragged gasps, and a body that trembled on the very edge, completely at his mercy.
Every time demiurge tried to protest, "Wait~ Henry-sa—ahn~" Henry swallowed the honorific with another searing kiss, his tongue pressing insistently until the words melted into broken moans.
Again and again he kissed him senseless, until his lips were swollen and glistening, his diamond eyes glassy with tears of overwhelming pleasure, and his mind too fogged to remember why he had been resisting at all.
Deep flush spreading across demiurge's chest all the way to the tips of his drooping pointed ears—Why does he look so devastatingly cute.
When demiurge's breathing turned quick and ragged, tongue being sucked greedily, he let out a trembling, pitiful moan.
So he reluctantly release his lips—those lips tasted far too sweet to let go easily, but demiurge still needed to breathe.
Finally, when Henry pulled back just long enough for him to draw in a shaky breath, the demon's voice emerged in a needy, trembling sob. "H-Henry—please~" Hearing his name spoken so raw with moans, sent a sharp thrill through Henry.
Because of that Henry had to fight the urge to devour him whole. He was dangerously close to losing control, so he pressed a gentle kiss behind Demiurge's ear, to calm down and reminding himself. This is for Demiurge. You're not a wild beast, Henry.
The kisses had clearly been too intense—tear tracks glistened on demiurge's cheeks, and his lips looked deliciously swollen. He seemed to have forgotten whatever he wanted to say, getting reduced to a soft whimper as henry still continued to play with his oversensitive body.
Henry rewarded him with a softer, lingering kiss, gently nipping the demon's lower lip. "Good boy," he praised, voice husky. "My good beautiful boy." He continued to complimenting him, murmuring how wonderful he was, teasing him with how responsive and sensitive his body had became with just a few touches.
The words made Demiurge helplessly cover his mouth to stop himself from making such embarrassing sounds, and yet a low, soft moan still escaped between his fingers.
Demiurge's legs trembled as i quickened my hand movements slightly, rubbing with growing recklessness, making marks all across the demon's neck and shoulder, drawing out an even stronger reactions.
Demiurge's thighs trembled as he tried desperately to close his legs. "Henry—ah~ Please, we should~! together—ahh~ no… more, I'm—hmm~!" He begged him to stop—he was about to come, struggling weakly in the hold, insisting that he should make Henry come first.
But he only kissed him again, swallowing every plea, every syllable of his name like it was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted. Every attempt to speak was met with his lips and tongue, insistently pushing the words back.
Henry quickened his strokes and slipped his other hand lower, cupping and gently playing with his balls, until the demon could only moan with a hint of a sob.
"You're a good boy, right?" Henry whispered hotly against his ear. "Come for me, Demiurge. Let me see you come, my muse."
His soft sobs turned into frantic moans. And came with a choked sob, "Henry~!" His entire body tensed, ears scorching, tears spilling freely as pearly white strands floated in the water.
With one last, firm twist around the head and a sharp pinch to the abused nipple, he shattered—back bowing, a raw, sobbing cry tearing from his throat as thick ropes of cum spilled into the water, pulsing hard in Henry's stroking fist. His whole body convulsed, legs tremble weakly against the restraint of Henry's knees, tail lashing once before going slack.
Henry kept stroking him through it, slow and gentle now, milking every last tremor until Demiurge was nothing but a trembling, overstimulated mess collapsed against his chest, panting and dazed.
"That's it~ such a good boy, So beautiful, so good for me..." Henry whispered, pressing soft kisses to his temple, his cheek, the corner of his tear-streaked eye. Henry watched at the beautiful wreck in his arms—face streaked with tears, ears burning red, "You did so well my dear, i love you." Demiurge could only manage a broken, hoarse whimper in reply, curling into his arms.
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Noting the mess drifting in the bath, Henry cleaned Demiurge gently, then lifted him in a bridal carry—the demon still floated in a hazy afterglow.
With a quick [All Clean] spell, Henry purified the tub, then summoned a large, warm towel to wrap around Demiurge like a cozy burrito, and a smaller towel went around his own waist
He dried their hair with gentle warm wind magic, helped pat Demiurge's body dry, and assisted him into soft sleepwear. By the time Demiurge fully came back to himself, Henry had already changed into his shorts. That's all he wore to sleep—because he found it uncomfortable to wear clothes when to sleep.
Henry patted the space beside him and opened his arms. "Come closer. Let me hold you."
Demiurge scooted over with a faint blush, but a flicker of sadness lingered in his eyes—dissatisfaction that he hadn't been allowed to serve his beloved husband in return.
Noticing it, Henry pulled him close, pressing a kiss to his forehead, and began to explain gently. It wasn't that he was bored or uninterested. It was just that his self-control was simply too strong, and he didn't want to risk hurting Demiurge with his size or exhausting him when they had so much work waiting tomorrow.
He nuzzled Demiurge's hair, voice softening. "I just wanted to pamper you tonight. Just let me spoil you for once, hm? Can I do that, love?"
Demiurge's ears twitched, then slowly relaxed. A tiny, shy smile curved his lips as he buried his face against Henry's chest and nodded.
Henry's heart melted all over again. Look like i'm getting soft.
He tightened his arms around his demon, holding him close and secure. Both of them warm, and perfectly content in the quiet afterglow.
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Okay, finally done. Its more hard to make than i realize.
Well i hope you like reading it, and have a good day or night
Ok bye :>